Chapters 8
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1 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by AF 2:38
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate.
Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, Therewith will I proceed. As it had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part And ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, who so knock, to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list, my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist, my ship substantial. Not oft use I to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne Where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus Lord, when thou shalt judge us all. Hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, Let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.
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2 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by ARR 2:04
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate by Anne Askew.
Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need, my foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength, and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say, nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part, and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist, my ship's substantial. Not oft use I to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan, in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, Hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.
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3 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by CSM 2:20
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate by Anne Askew. Like is the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes, therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devil say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send.
More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist my ship substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose, nor yet in rhyme. Yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I. Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, Hard is it to record on these men what will fall.
Yet, Lord, I thee desire, For that they do to me, Let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.
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4 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by DB 2:52
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate by Anne Askew. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed.
As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devil say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart And hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist my ship's substantial.
Not oft use I to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorpt the righteousness as of the raging flood. Satan, in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, When thou shalt judge us all, Hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, For that they do to me, Let them not taste the higher Of their iniquity.
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5 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by DL 2:13
The Ballad Which Anne Askew Made and Sang When She Was at Newgate by Anne Askew.
January 19, 2009, in Brampton, Ontario. Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world I will fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, therewith I will proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ His way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say, Nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou say'st, Lord, whoso knock to them, thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head.
Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead. On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that lists my anchor till let fall for every drizzling mist, my ship substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose, nor yet in rhyme, yet I will show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but on her stead was one of moody cruel wit. Absorbed was righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess sucked up the guiltless blood. When thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, Hard it is to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, Let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.
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6 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by REF 3:01
The Ballad Which Anne Askew Made and Sang When She Was At Newgate by Anne Askew.
Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it had in strength and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say, Nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, And hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock to them, thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave.
But fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist my ship's substantial. Not off I used to write. In prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody, cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess, Sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all? Hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me. Let them not taste the hire of their iniquity.
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7 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by SQM 2:37
The Ballad Which Anne Eskew Made and Sang When She Was At Newgate by Anne Eskew. Read for LibriVox.org by Scott Miller Saratoga Springs, New York.
Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world I will fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need, My foes, therefore, mong, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength, and force of Christ his way, it will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold, to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, That Christ will take my part, and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list, my anchor to let fall, for every drizzling mist, my ship's substantial. Not oft use I to write, in prose nor yet in rhyme, yet will I show one sight, that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne, where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one Of moody cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness, as of the raging flood, Satan in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me. Let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.
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8 The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was in Newgate - Read by TG 2:06
The Ballad which Anne Askew made and sang when she was at Newgate by Anne Askew.
Like as the armed knight appointed to the field, with this world will I fight, and faith shall be my shield. Faith is that weapon strong which will not fail at need. My foes therefore among, therewith will I proceed. As it is had in strength and force of Christ his way, It will prevail at length, though all the devils say nay. Faith in the Father's old obtained righteousness, which makes me very bold to fear no world's distress. I now rejoice in heart, and hope bids me do so, that Christ will take my part and ease me of my woe. Thou sayest, Lord, whoso knock, to them thou wilt attend. Undo therefore the lock, and thy strong power send. More enemies now I have than hairs upon my head. Let them not me deprave, but fight thou in my stead.
On thee my care I cast, for all their cruel spite. I set not by their haste, for thou art my delight. I am not she that list my anchor to let fall for every drizzling mist, my ship's substantial. Not oft use I to write in prose nor yet in rhyme. Yet will I show one sight that I saw in my time. I saw a royal throne where justice should have sit, but in her stead was one of moody cruel wit. Absorpt was righteousness as of the raging flood. Satan, in fierce excess, sucked up the guiltless blood. Then thought I, Jesus, Lord, when thou shalt judge us all, hard is it to record on these men what will fall. Yet, Lord, I thee desire, for that they do to me, let them not taste the higher of their iniquity.